I've drunk too much, to belong to youFeel so much older but I'm only 22She said she was an artist when I met her on the streetShe sleeps right through the afternoon and throws up on the sheetsShe took me to a hotel where she watched the evenings endAnd cried into her coffee swearing she was on the mendTwo tortured soulsDigging a hole when we need to climbI wish I had your heart instead of mineI took a night bus down to the parkI climbed over the gate and then I ran into the darkHe said he was an artist on his bench under a treeHe said he liked to see the stars but not on nights like theseTwo tortured soulsDigging a hole when we need to climbI wish I had your heart instead of mineI've drunk too much to belong to youI looked to all the people to help me make it throughAnd everyone's an artist and they've all got things to sayThey know the words to say it all but just not what sayJust as night follows dayEverything alive falls into decayThat's why I wish I had your heart instead of mineYes I wish I had your heart instead of mine